Not only do you have to tell jokes, but you also have to play music, and even almost perform a sketch.

It's just that Ma Whistle thought about it carefully, acting in a sketch seemed a little too unserious, and the comedy aura was probably not a good thing for the chief. People want to laugh at the mention of the chief, isn't it a majesty sweep away.

So he ended up just writing the sketch script and didn't star it himself. As for these scripts, of course, they are mainly adapted from various comedies, sketches, and jokes he saw in his previous life.

By the standards of horse whistles, the Indians' laughter is generally low, so the effect of these comedy scenes is very outstanding, and it can almost be said that it penetrates everyone's laughter.

As soon as the party arrived at the language program, the laughter of the audience could not stop, and the atmosphere was warmer than the warm bonfire.

Surprisingly, as a result of his manipulation, the various gatherings within the clan quickly became secularized, and the religious attributes were weakened, which in turn led to the secularization of the entire clan, and it hardly caused any dissatisfaction.

It's an innate human instinct that all people love good music, and comedy that makes people laugh.

At first, a shaman approached Ma Whistle, hoping that there would be more religious activities at the party, but Ma Whistle came directly: Then there will be no time for skits and music.

The shaman himself likes to watch sketches and listen to music, so he compromises.

Eventually, the Horse Whistle stipulated that the religious session could only be held briefly at the beginning of the various gatherings.

And this short religious session did not play a positive role in religion, because due to the existence of various wonderful programs in the future, most people will be absent-minded or even bored when participating in religious activities.

This kind of efficient and harmless de-religionization effect was not actually expected by Ma Whistle himself.

He originally wanted to bring more entertainment to his people, nothing more.

But of course he was happy to see it, and it was a surprise.

That's how the evening should be – just pure joy, not anything else.

It was another pleasant evening, and the finale was the Apache Band, which consisted of three people, a horse whistle who whistled and arranged the music, a long stick who played the drums, and a dude who played the flute, whose name was "Piper".

Compared to the bands of later generations, this band is simply not too shabby.

But for the people of this era, it was already quite luxurious, and it was even more groundbreaking in the history of Indian music.

The various futuristic music taught by the horse whistle can shock not only the Indians, but even the whites, at least Thomas and a few other white parents who accompany their children to the party.

They don't understand language programs, but the beauty of music knows no borders.

After the party, the people of the Sleeping Bear Clan left one after another in laughter and went back to rest.

Several white parents sat together with mixed expressions. Looking at the way they looked, it seemed that they wanted to have a drink.

But they didn't feel like there was any alcohol here, at least they didn't see anyone drinking at the party, which was strange, didn't it mean that many Indians drank heavily.

Thomas ...... What do you think? A tall, lanky white man looked at Thomas hesitantly.

"What do you think?" Thomas said softly, somewhat absent-mindedly, his son was already asleep in his arms.

"I mean the party."

"Not bad." Thomas said casually.

The tall and thin man leaned closer: "I think the atmosphere just now is simply amazing, don't you think?" I've never seen a scene like this, a thousand people get together and laugh for an hour! ”

Thomas nodded, "Indeed." ”

Another white parent joined the discussion: "I really want to know what those comedies are going on, and judging by the reactions of these Indians, it seems to be the best comedy in the world." ”

The tall and thin man sighed: "Alas, I even kind of want to live here." They were also nice to my children, unlike the barbarians I used to come into contact with. ”

"Are you serious, man?" Others thought the idea was outrageous.

The tall and thin man said disapprehantly, "Why not? Look at our president, Mr. John Taylor, who is simply like a stupid groundhog who was even expelled from his own party! I bet there wouldn't be a small town that loved him so much even if he had traveled all over the United States—as the Indians loved their chiefs. ”

As soon as these words came out, several white people immediately quarreled.

"What, you dare to call Mr. President a groundhog!" A white man with his head bowed to his feet stood up with an angry face on his face, "Do you know how much effort our president has put in for the sake of Texas? Do you know how hard he works? ”

"I just scolded him, what's wrong! Who cares about Texas, I want a richer, more dignified life! John Taylor annexed Texas, and the benefits are all rich and noble, what does it have to do with me! If this country becomes the number one power in the world, will my life be better than that of people in other countries? The tall and thin man poured beans and said a bunch of things.

The other side is red-eared, but not good at words: "You, you Irish fool!" ”

"British, I've been upsetting you for a long time—"

Even the most atronic, tyrannical or wise leader will have both supporters and opponents, as is the case in any era and in any country.

But in many white countries, especially the United States, this is particularly prominent.

Several people quarreled here for a while, almost got into a fight, and finally broke up unhappily.

The next day, the whites returned to Clark after visiting their children, but they split into two groups.

Of course, the people of the Sleeping Bear Clan did not know this, and they continued to build houses and promote writing.

Compared to last year, the clan primary school is much more formal, consisting of four wooden houses, and continues to expand.

Of the four houses, one belongs to the lower grades; One belongs to the upper class; one room is used to promote literacy for middle-aged and elderly people with poor learning ability, so that they can at least write their names and numbers; There is also a room for "international students", that is, Comanches and whites.

Teachers are still scarce.

The literacy classes for the lower grades and the middle-aged and elderly are fine, but there is still only one teacher in the upper grades, Ma Whistle, and there are a few teaching assistants, but these people are not yet up to the level of taking on teaching tasks on their own.

As the main teacher of the literacy class, Shi Yao has good learning results in the lower grades, and more importantly, his status as a shaman minister is more likely to be respected by middle-aged and elderly people.

“…… Alcohol is a medicine, medicine cannot be taken indiscriminately, I know that there are still people who drink secretly, but if you don't want your body to decay quickly and go to hell after death, it is best to give up this dangerous drink. "The crow talks about the general knowledge class in class, and mixes in some private goods, that is, drinking and going to hell or something.

"We should still do what the chief said – drink plenty of hot water."

"Hot water is the cleanest drink."

"Be sure to drink plenty of hot water, the chief is the messenger of the Great Spirit, and his words will not be wrong." The crows continued to mix in illicit goods.

But it turns out that this may be the best way to teach for middle-aged and older people in literacy classes. They seemed convinced.

Just then, a woman hurried into the classroom and whispered something in his ear.

"I'm in a hurry to get out for a while." Shi Yao's expression changed slightly, and then he said, "Fengsheng, you are here to teach me for the time being." ”

"Oh, good ......" Feng Sheng had excellent grades and soon graduated from the lower grades and served as a teaching assistant, but his expression and tone were full of helplessness for Shi Yao's arrangement.

Not because he was timid, but because he had to face his father, among whom was among the students, said loudly.

"Smash!" Loud said that he was really excited, and waved to his son teacher from his seat.